BIOMAGNETISMPHEREMONES

My gaze drifts aimlessly

North, northwest, east

I encounter you in peripherals

Your eyes meet mine and lock

I gaze down quickly in confusion.

 

Is my fly down?

Is my bra strap showing?

Have I paraded through feces?

A quick examination reveals nothing.

I am puzzled.

 

 

My attire is not extraordinary.

If anything, it's almost slovenly.

 

Then I recollect

The strange tricks ovulation

Pulls on females.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A librarian kept staring at me. I looked homely at that!

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I Don't Recall

EVER seeing the word "ovulation" in a poem before - great in situ-write ~slc~

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